Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.